Posted by: tsopr | June 29, 2010

Autistic Reality

Autistic Reality

Her only child

a thousand

away from her time

She, like goddess enshrined
in eternity, sips the hours watching him who has a
glassy eyed look of a worn-out 

hero, defeated in the battle
of the galaxies, but in a realm where angels are
conceived with power to adapt the outside world,
his coolness never breaks

with such blunt crispness
that deprecates the pleasure of kinship
for in his thoughts he is not
God, but he is simply of himself
who understands her autism,

caused by her being short of temper

Copyright © 2010 Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago



  1. The poem took a different direction at the end… one I did not expect…I’m still thinking about this one…I’m enjoying thinking about it.

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